Peter Piper picked a peck of...

purple peppers.

Ok, actually, Kimmi picked a peck of purple peppers.  Ok, ok, actually, Kimmi picked up a peck of purple peppers.  Either way, they were beautiful and the newest vegetable on my list of new things.  Going to the farmer's market is just the best.  People are everywhere trying to sell their precious homegrown things and others are trying to fill their bags with as much freshness as they can.  It is certainly a place I find a bit of good clean dust and dirt in the middle of a city that can sometimes feel just plain dirty.  


Menu:
Purple Pepper and Heirloom Tomato Salad (#168)
Roast Chicken

purple peppers.  and other treasures.

I found these purple peppers at the market, and they had me at hello.  When I say, err...type, that I spent the 5 hours between buying them and making dinner cutting and re-cutting and assembling and reassembling the salad in my head, I am serious.  As ridiculous as that might sound.  Oh stop rolling your eyes.  Can you blame me?  Look at how beautiful they are just sliced, - purple skin, whitish flesh.  

The salad really needed to be the focus for me here.  I sliced everything up and tossed it with the slightest bit of olive oil and vinegar, a dash of salt and pepper, et c'est ca.  I find store bought roast chickens to be delicious, and have no shame putting one up on this blog.  It was the perfect Saturday evening supper.

Are these not the absolute most adorable flowers you have ever seen?  I knew we'd agree.


132 to go...


p.s.  in other news, regina jumped the pond for a year in maastrict, netherlands.  miss her already.  sniff sniff.